Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1887-01-19


may l not be your friend? Will you
not trust in me, and believe in me,
and let me get what comfort | can
from your friendship, until-until |
dare ask for more?"
Nearer and nearer came the sounds
of laughter and singing, the pleading
voice died away, the brown eyesgazed
into hers, and Eleanor, frightened,
fascinated, could only murmur eyes"
as with shouts of merriment the scat
tered groups returned from wood and
river to gather around the campfire
for an evening "sing."
Two days later, when the camp
broke up, Percy came to the station
to see Eleanor safely started on her
way to Bar Harbor. AS hesaid good
by, he put into her hands big bunch
of dewy pansies, and around thestems
was twisted slip of paper with the
words
"Theres pansies that's for thoughts,
pray you, love-Remember."
At Bar Harbor, where Eleanor went
to spend a month with B. friend, she
was the acknowledged queen of her set,
and in the busy succession of tennis
parties, yachting excursions, walks,
rides, and drives which fill up summer
| life at Mount Desert, she was every
where the central figure, and enjoyed
it all with O. child-like abandon. Men
raved over the fresh beauty of
this young girl, with her sweet, sincere
eyes and cordial smile, girls envied her
air Of distinction, and the proud, care
less charm OF her manner. Children
| focked around her, sure of a hearty
welcome and genuine sympathy, and
older people admired and loved the
sweet simplicity of nature that kept
her unspoiled amid this universal
homage. Men Wed with each other to
do her pleasure, but the memory OF g.
pair of brown eyes and pleading
voice still haunted her, and would not
be forgotten. To each and oil she
was cool and sweet as the pansies she
always wore at throat and breast. A
frozen flower, some called her, piqued
and provoked at her imperturbable
calm.
"You are an iceberg, said her friend
Kate to her one night, as the two girls
sat brushing out their hair before the
open fire in their dressing-room.
"Now, why should you say that?"
said Eleanor, reused to protest at this
attack.
at says ITSELF" retorted Kate.
"Here you are with the incest and
most popular fellow at Bar Harbor
perfectly devoted to you, and you
treat him as Ii he was your--your
brother!"
Kate was a coquet tc her finger. tips,
and could not understand indifference
to any man, especially an athletic
young Scotchman with merry blue
eyes and 81 ringing laugh, and, best of
all, an unincumbered rent-roll.
Eleanor laughed aloud. "All men
are brothers, she quoted demurely;
"'aud when I say man mean him to
embrace woman as our old school
teacher used to say"
''No man will ever embrace you if
you treat them too much like broth
ers," was Hates Parthian arrow, but
the shot failed of effect, for Eleanor
only laughed again as she bent to kiss
her friend goodnight.
Truly, Keith Campbell was q man
fitted to win any girls heart, with his
bright face and bonnie blue eyes, and
the frank, joyous manner that won all
hearts and made him the popular
favOrite among the rather exclusive
summer residents at Bar Harbor
Every one petted the handsome, boy
ish fellow, and the girls all voted aim
'simply adorable;;" but from the time
of Eleanor's advent his devotion to
her had been exclusive, and in vain
were chances cast upon him that for
merly never failed to win smile in
return.
Eleanor did not try to hide her lik-
ing for the blithe young fellow. She
treated him like q brother, as Kate
had complained, but Keith's hopeful
disposition led him to interpret her
evident frlendliness as encouragement,
and be waited in blissful security TOR
the time he should speak and claim
his own. Opportunities for meeting
we're numerous. They drove side by
side over the rough mountain roads
in the primitive blackboard; they
played matches at tennis. wherein
Keith generously allowed Eleanor to
win; they made the discovery that
they pulled together perfectly in a
boat, and that Eleanor's banjo made
adelightful accompaniment to Keith's
clear tenor when they were out on the
water in the long summer evenings
The mischief did not take long to
work, for Cupid's wings are not
clipped at Bar Harbor, and one even
ing on the rocks by the shore Keith
poured out his ardent soul to the girl
he loved, and begged her to make him
a happy man.
Eleanor sat very still and cold. She
liked the eager-hearted boy, and
dreaded to give him pain, but she
could not love him, she thought, as
the haunting memory of another face
rose up before her.
1T cannot be, Mr.. Campbell" she
said slowly, twisting her handkerchief
nervously around her fingers. "Do
not ask me for what cannot give you"
Keith's bright facefell, and shadow
OF pain came into his blue eyes.
"You cannot be in earnest" he
urged. though his voice had loet it's
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